We started off July by celebrating our ten-year wedding anniversary and ended it by selling our first home. We had a 15-day escrow which was, in one word – insane.
Our remodeled downstairs powder room in the house we sold.
Before we listed, I spent days frantically packing boxes of clutter. I donated piles of mismatched sports equipment, old toys, handbags from my 20s, and cleared every single book off the shelves in our loft. When I was done, I felt like we were living in a new house, with entire walls completely bare.
I felt like I could breathe again.
White space has purpose — a place for your eye to rest, and maybe your soul, too.
It’s August now, and we’re in our new house (a post for another time). I took a ten-day social media break and took a reduced work schedule for the rest of the month. I’m learning that when I take time to create white space in my surroundings and in my schedule, my eyes and my heart have an easier time focusing on the present. I can better distinguish what I truly need in my life from the things that are no longer serving me. The voices of truth and compassion become louder than the chatter and noise, and I feel deeper gratitude for what I already have.
Our new house is full of blank walls. I could fill them easily with frames and photos and art, but I’m going to keep those boxes packed a little bit longer, so that I can enjoy the white space.
This post was written as part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to read the next post in this series "Rest."
